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Chapter Warnings: Jack is learning how to control his powers, and Victoria ends up in a not too great situation. There is only slight violence in this chapter, and some angst of course. Victoria teaches Jack to control his anger in a way that she doesn't really agree with but she can't seem to think of another way.

This chapter is where the beginning of the main action for part two begins.

I do not own Supernatural, Sherlock Holmes, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any other TV Show, Movie, Song, and/or Book(s) referenced in this tale.

Chapter 8

Scream.

Victoria Doyle was sitting in what she began to describe as the 'main room' of the bunker. It could probably be called a library, but it served as their living room. She thought they should invest in a couch. Dean had gathered a bunch of books about mythological creatures, monsters, et cetera, plopped them on the table, pulled a chair out, smiled at her sarcastically and left the room.

Victoria was absently-mindedly reading about gargoyles as Jack walked in. He sat across from her and opened another one of the books Dean placed on the table.

Victoria studied him. His eyes were bright, energetic. She knew it was strange, but he looked like a combination of her sister and Castiel. She smiled sadly at the thought of her sister. Cas had made her family think she was killed suddenly in a car crash and the body was so mangled it couldn't be salvaged. Sometimes Victoria couldn't shake the image of Abel touching his Mother's urn at her memorial. No one there knew she went. Well, she didn't really go, Castiel took her and they were able to remain unseen together. It was only for a few moments, before they left the safe house, but those few moments would stay with her forever.

"Aunt Victoria?"

Victoria was shaken from her reverie, "Yes?"

"Do you listen to Dean because he's older than you?"

Victoria scoffed. "The only reason I listen to Dean, Jack, is because sometimes he is right. I do need to focus on learning more about obscure creatures because we can possibly save more lives that way. And you need to focus on controlling your powers. He was right on both counts, which is why I am reading about monsters."

"And me?"

Victoria leaned back in her chair.

"Before the fire started, how did you feel?"

Jack slightly squinted his eyes in thought. "I felt strong."

"Were you angry, or frustrated?"

Jack quickly took in a shallow breath. "Dad kept telling me I could move the pencil with my mind. He kept encouraging me, telling me that he knew I could do it, and it was okay if I didn't get it on the first try. I don't think I was angry or frustrated. I wanted to do what he asked. But instead, the pencil, and everything else caught on fire."

Her nephew almost burned the place down because he wanted to appease. What would happen if he were to scream?

But they couldn't walk on eggshells around him. That was no way to live. That was not an environment in which to thrive.

"Let's go."

Jack looked at her quizzically.

"You and me, and some of these books. Let's go."

Jack nodded as he went to go pack.

"I need to see the possibilities of his anger."

Sam looked concerned as Dean smacked the counter hard.

"No! Tor, that's a suicide mission."

Victoria looked at the eldest Winchester. "I need him in a controlled environment. Away from people, where I can see the extent of his power."

"I'll go with you."

Victoria smiled at Sam. "No, I'm sorry, Sam, but you are much too precious to be around whatever it is I am going to try to evoke. Please understand that."

Sam's nostrils flared slightly as he pursed his lips and nodded solemnly.

Dean took Victoria's arm and escorted her out of the kitchen all the way into his room and closed the door.

"You're freaking killing me here. Dammit Tor, Sam was a mess when you were gone, what's he gonna do huh? When Jack's whatever the hell it is kills you?"

"You told me to help him control it. I cannot teach him here. You must understand that."

Dean rubbed his eyes. "Cas taught you here."

"I am no threat to humans. Yeah, I boiled a Demon's blood, but I am no harm to you. A human got the better of me with a rock!" Victoria was yelling now and didn't notice Sam opening the door.

"Umm, Jack's ready to go." Sam nodded sadly.

Victoria walked away from Dean and stood in front of Sam. She took his face in her hands. "I promise you Sam Winchester, I am not leaving you. I will never leave you of my own volition. I think Dean's right about fearing Jack to a degree, and I just want to see how I can help, but I can't risk you."

"I understand." Sam kissed her forehead as she moved her hands from his face to around his waist.

Mary put a salad on the table as she sat down. "Did Victoria say where they were going?"

Sam shook his head sadly.

Dean looked at his brother, "Sammy, she's fine. This isn't like she's in another world or time or whatever. You can call her."

"I tried." Sam quickly smiled as if it were all right, but that smile meant anything but 'all right'.

"Ezekiel would know where she is Sam, if you become too concerned."

Sam looked at the angel. "Thanks, Cas."

"No one lives here?"

Victoria looked at her Nephew. "No, it's uninhabitable."

"We are inhabiting it."

Victoria chuckled. "You flew us here. It would be impossible for a human to survive in this land, it is not sustainable for human life. There is nothing living around for miles."

Jack nodded and adjusted his backpack. "So, what do we do?"

Victoria closed her eyes. "This will not be pleasant, Jack. And I hope that after, you will be able to forgive me."

Jack cocked his head inquisitively.

Victoria fought the tears stinging her eyes. "You are the reason my sister is dead."

"Aunt Victoria, I…"

Victoria walked closer to him. "You are the reason I can't be with Sam. You have ruined everything. You have destroyed the natural balance, you.."

"Stop, please…" Jack was backing up and he could feel a bubble rise in his throat.

"No, because you want to know why? Because you have made my life miserable, and you deserve to know it."

"Stop."

"You are nothing but an abomination who does not deserve to be on this earth, you…"

"STOP!"

Jack's eyes flashed brightly as Victoria closed her eyes and braced herself by crouching down on the ground. When she got up she saw scorch marks as far as her eye would let her.

Jack was sitting on the desert ground, covering his eyes and crying. Victoria sat next to him and put her arms around him.

"I am so, so sorry Jack. I did not mean any of those things I said, not a one."

"Why?"

"Look around you."

Jack uncovered his eyes and wiped them with his sleeve. "I did this?"

"Yes, and anything human in your path would have been destroyed. Actually anything besides me, I believe."

"Dad?"

Victoria nodded. "I believe so. I am impervious to Angelic or Demonic attacks unless they are in physical combat. That is why I brought you out here. And that it why I hurt you. And Jack, I am so sorry, I needed you to see."

"All those things are true."

"No. they're not. You mean more to me than anyone else ever has. I am very honored to be your Aunt." Victoria smiled at him.

"I did kill Mom."

"No. And your mom's in Heaven. She's happy. And I think one day, when we figure all this out, how this Angelic side works exactly, you can visit her."

Jack smiled, "Really?"

Victoria nodded.

Jack quickly lost his glee. "How do we keep this from happening?"

"Self-control."

Jack nodded. "Self-control."

Victoria stood up. "Now, please take us back to our cabin where it is not one hundred and twenty degrees."

Sam smiled when he answered his phone. "Hey."

"Hey."

"I tried to call earlier, I was uh, worried."

"I'm sorry, we were in Australia."

"What?"

"I had to go somewhere that no humans were. What better than the middle of Australia?"

"What happened?"

Victoria turned on her side in her bed. "Sam, he scorched the earth for miles around."

"You're okay?"

"I'm fine, not even a scratch. Which I thought might be the case. I'm going to work with him fairly intensely to trigger the self-control. I would like if you two kept in contact several times a day. You are good for him." Victoria paused, "And me."

Sam smiled. "I miss you, Tor."

Victoria bit her lip to keep from crying, but her voice still cracked. "I miss you too, Sam."

"Not a scratch?" Dean asked before taking a sip of beer.

Sam shook his head. "She said she thought that might be what would happen."

"That does make sense. Victoria is immune to Angelic attacks."

"Yeah, Cas, but she couldn't have known that."

Sam snickered at his brother. "Really Dean. You're criticizing her for the possible martyr play?"

"Look Sammy," Dean put his beer on the table, "She's your girl, okay? She's a badass, but she's your girl. So yeah, even though I've done it, I'm criticizing her for the martyr play." Dean smiled, rolled his eyes, and drank more beer.

Cas looked deep in thought. "I feel that as Jack's Angelic parental figure, I should assist Victoria in teaching Jack to harness his self-control."

"Tor said 'no', okay? Sorry Cas, not happening."

Cas looked at his friend. "Dean, he is my responsibility."

"No, he's not. He's all of our responsibility. But right now, he's with his Aunt. Who is the only person who can't be set on fire by him. So, end of story."

Dean finished his beer and left the table. Sam and Cas shrugged at each other.

Victoria and Jack sat across from each other at a small dining table in an eat in kitchen. Victoria was able to rent the cabin on the spot from a grateful realtor whose daughter was nearly the victim of a werewolf attack. She made sure to purchase the rental insurance.

"So, your anger shows but you don't have to act on it?"

Victoria nodded. "Yes."

"I don't understand."

Victoria hoped no one would look at her search history. She watched as Jack read some of the atrocities happening in the world. She watched as his eyes flashed gold and then she quickly extinguished the fire that somehow started on her tablet. Surprisingly, it was okay.

"I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry Jack. I wish you didn't have to see any of this."

Victoria breathed in deeply. "What do you feel, right before?"

"Like I swallowed an entire hamburger without chewing."

Victoria knew that feeling. "Okay, next time, I want you to close your eyes and soon as you feel that in your throat. And then I want you to pretend like you're swallowing water."

"Okay…"

Victoria slid the tablet back to him, this time it was a picture. Jack immediately closed his golden eyes. There was still a flame, but it was smaller.

"Good."

Jack opened his eyes and Victoria was happy to see they were back to their normal color.

It took four hours of pictures and horrors before there was no flame. Victoria wasn't sure if she helped or broke him.

They were on the couch watching a movie when she looked at him. "I don't want you to think any of those things are normal. Those things are not what happens on a regular basis. There are so many good people in the world Jack, and you are one of them."

He looked at her sadly and nodded. He smiled as he answered a FaceTime from Sam.

"Hi Uncle Sam!"

"Hey Jack. How did it go today?"

"It was hard. Aunt Victoria said I did well though."

"That's good."

"Yeah! There's a lot of bad things in the world."

Sam was not prepared for that. He shifted in his chair. "Yeah, there are. But, there's a lot of good too." His eyes kind of squinted as he looked at his nephew's too-innocent face.

"Yeah. I think we will be able to come home soon!"

"Really?"

Jack nodded happily. "I learned to not set things on fire accidentally. I think that was one of the requirements."

"You're a fast learner, Jack. I'm proud of you."

Victoria smiled at how Jack beamed at Sam's compliment.

"Good-night Uncle Sam."

"Good-night Jack."

Victoria looked at her nephew. "So, when we get back home, do you think we should ask everyone about getting a cat?"

Jack hugged her and decided to look for adoptable cats in their area.

Victoria was glad to have made him happy after what she had to do to help him practice his self-control. Besides, she thought a pet might teach empathy.

Jack was already sitting on the couch browsing through adoptable cats when Victoria got up. He had already made her coffee. She smiled as she poured it.

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want to go out today?"

He nodded.

Victoria chuckled as Jack was tasting freshly squeezed pomegranate juice at the farmer's market. "This is unlike anything I have had before."

The vendor smiled. "It's extremely healthy. One of nature's superfoods."

"Superfoods." Jack repeated the words as studied the juice. "Can we get some?"

Victoria nodded as she handed the woman a ten-dollar bill. Victoria added the bottle to their bag.

"I have to use the bathroom."

Victoria nodded at her nephew. "Okay, I'm going to be right over there looking at the tomatoes. We should probably think about getting something for dinner."

Jack nodded as he headed to the bathroom.

Victoria was trying to find a few ripe, but not too ripe, tomatoes as she felt something like a mosquito hit her neck. She reached up with her hand to swat at it but grabbed an empty syringe instead. She began to look around in panic mixed with sudden onset vertigo as a man grabbed her from behind casually.

"There you are honey" he said as he stealthily injected another larger syringe into her side. Victoria Doyle felt herself fall limp into his arms and that was all she remembered.

"Aunt Victoria?" Jack called for his Aunt by the tomatoes. He looked around in confusion. He tapped the vendor on the shoulder to get him to turn around.

"Can I help you?"

"Umm, yes. My Aunt was over here looking at your tomatoes. Do you know where she went?"

"Oh yeah, I guess she wasn't feeling too good and her husband took her."

Jack wondered how Sam got there. But he wasn't her husband. He didn't think. "Sam?"

"I don't know, some stocky blonde. About your height."

Definitely not Sam. Oh no. Jack could feel panic rise up in his throat. He closed his eyes, swallowed, and counted to ten. He also took three deep breaths for good measure.

When he opened his eyes, he looked down and saw a small vial and their grocery bag. He picked those items up as calmly as he could, walked to an inconspicuous place, and flew himself home.

"Sam!" Jack called, or yelled, as soon as he entered the bunker. He was taking deep breaths and was controlling himself as best as he could manage. They did not train for this.

Sam came running into the room, gun drawn, followed by Dean and Cas. Cas' coat was flying in the wind and Jack thought that looked funny.

"Jack." Sam put his gun back in his waist band. "What's wrong, where's Tor?"

"I don't know. We were getting food, and I went to the bathroom and I came back and found this."

Jack handed the vial to Sam.

Dean kicked a chair when he saw what was in his brothers' hand. "Son of a Bitch!"